I normally avoid comics memoirs, usually kust a quick way to sell books at Christmas to people who don’t normally read! But i needed something light and non taxing after some heavy historical works.
I listened to the author read her own memoir and it works.
She writes in a straightforward immediately relatable fashion, and her evocations of growing up in a happy family in the pre-tech days of the 60s and 70s were charming and lightly funny.
As her adulthood dawns and her career as a comedienne gets going we hear more of the slightly acidic tone that is her professional stock.
Though she routinely and consistently describes herself as lazy, and her recounted behaviours are obviously immature, she nonetheless develops a sense of herself (professionally at least) as rather hard done by.
This seems a little incongruous. She writes of her admiration for the ‘genius’ of Victoria Wood, and of her jealousy of Victoria and indeed any female comic who does well (Caroline Ahern for example), but doesn’t seem aware that VW was both extraordinarily hard working, and her approach to life was much more mature much earlier, nor does she ever connect her own relative lack of success with any of her self confessed failings.
No doubt she did suffer from the undeniable casual misogyny aimed at women stand ups in the 80s, but the truth is that in those days, her oeuvre was too coarse for mainstream tastes, and she too unpolished and acerbic to land one of the lucrative TV gigs she so obviously craved/craves.
In any case she stuck it out and made a career that sat her for a long time firmly in the lower middle rung of showbiz success, from whence most of her genuinely amusing and often wry observations here are drawn.
In her 50s she really came into her own and in particular, finds success as a writer, both for radio and of novels.
She IS funny and there are indeed many jokes, and some really good ones (though interestingly not the old ones she especially likes herself which hark back to a sort of teen girl shock approach that I remembered her for in the early days, all about girl parts and messiness).
When Jenny was a semi successful comic in the 80s, I always wanted to like her more than I did. Despite her own weaknesses and lack of self awareness in the professional area, she really did get much much better, and deserves the success she has now and perhaps more.
In fairness, She’s long over her bitterness and petty jealousies (which clearly weren’t helping her make progress).
She is still funny funny, but also much warmer and less obvious than she once was. I laughed and I laughed out loud pretty often reading this. Enough to make me think i’ll try her novels too at some point. I like her now too.